Simply put, he knows about gravity merely by reputation.
If you want to find Patrick, look to the rooftops, and the fire escapes of downtown Seattle.
Patrick is also a cartoonist, with a published graphic novel called Noir coming out in late August.
Currently, Patrick is training night and day to become a great traceur, which is his ultimate goal these days.
Today I fell, or rather was pushed, clean through a sheet of glass. The crash was tremendous, I fell backward in a most dramatic way. The entire event was not even closely as painful, however, as the papercut my pinky finger sustained.
I've been waking up again. I can't sleep. Insomnia seems to haunt me in recent weeks. It's no mystery why, when I have such a guilty conscience. I'll find a way to make things right. I know deep down that one of us will be hurt. I need to stop being selfish and realize which one of us it needs to be. We both know.
I saw him walking today. Swaggering along, as he does, with some friend or other completely enthralled in the rhetoric he was spouting. Mark my words, he is a dangerous man.
A dangerous, dangerous man.
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NEWS
Patrick is out of commission for a while, as of 4:15 PM, Sunday August 12 following a severe injury to his lower back.
He was performing a backflip and his rotation was too fast; he overshot the landing and impaled the small of his back on a spike coming off a fence.
He wants everyone to know that sadly no, he didn't get it on camera, but it looked cool as fuck, and he'll be back on the streets soon.
